Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | VIII. Wedded Love | | “Till death us part” | | Arthur Penrhyn Stanley (1815–1881) |
| | | “TILL death us part,” | |
| Thus speaks the heart | |
| When each to each repeats the words of doom; | |
| For better and for worse, | |
| Through blessing and through curse, | 5 |
| We shall be one, till life’s last hour shall come. | |
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| Life with its myriad grasp | |
| Our yearning souls shall clasp | |
| By ceaseless love and still expectant wonder; | |
| In bonds that shall endure | 10 |
| Indissolubly sure | |
| Till God in death shall part our paths asunder. | |
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| Till death us join! | |
| Oh, word yet more divine, | |
| Which to the breaking heart breathes hope sublime! | 15 |
| Through wasted hours, | |
| And shattered powers, | |
| We still are one, despite the change and time. | |
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| Death with his healing hand | |
| Shall knit once more the band, | 20 |
| Which needs but that one link that none may sever; | |
| Till, through the only Good, | |
| Seen, felt, and understood, | |
| The life in God shall make us one forever. | | | | |
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